Chapter 13Master suite
Sunday morning
Bianca knocked at his door with breakfast just as he was putting on his robe. “Come in, especially if you have food.”
She brought him a ham and Swiss quiche, oatmeal and French toast with hot syrup, jam and butter. He approached the table as if he hadn’t decimated an entire tray of food late the night before.
“It’s almost six. You slept through the alarm, and Etienne said to let you rest. Théo will be calling up to tell us the boys are here soon. I have Katya’s cream cakes.” Bianca gave a high sniff. “She sent them over this morning for your wedding. I made petit fours and Napoléons. I’ll bring both up for you and the boys while you get ready. From now until Tuesday at midnight, you’re going to want food every few hours.”
“Please tell Katya I’m gr
